Meng Xi'er, who had spent the whole morning on the bus, in addition to the lack of sleep from tossing and turning last night, couldn't hold on anymore. She nodded, "Alright, I'll wait for you."
Liu Mingxing smiled, waved, grabbed her purse, opened the door and left.
Meng Xi'er sighed slightly. Maybe she had come to England at the wrong time, the weather was relentlessly grey these past few days, which was quite depressing.
She walked to the window and turned on the television, hoping to relax. But because Lu Qingchuan hadn't responded, she felt jittery and had a strong uneasiness.
She watched television for a while and then checked her phone. Ten minutes had passed, but Liu Mingxing, who said she would return in ten minutes, still hadn't come back.
Perhaps something had held her up.
Meng Xi'er thought for a moment and then decided to wait a little longer.
